This is the time of year I start to get really really jealous. Yes, jealousy has its seasons. I’m seeing blog post after blog post of people in places where they actually have dirt that can grow stuff. Grass. Flowers. Trees with real leaves. The grass is literally greener. Not hard since we don’t have grass. Or, if we do, it shouldn’t be here. I live in the desert. Love it/hate it.
I wish I could do yard projects. The kind of yard projects that require digging in the dirt, edging things, pruning, planting, fertilizing. Ok, maybe I’m going a little overboard. I’m missing the smell of dirt and grass. Summer rain showers.
So, go ahead you other people not living in a dust bowl. Rub it in. Before you know it winter will be here and the tables will turn.